Part4- Sharing past with him

Mahir's Pov

Days are passing.

Me and Bela are becoming close to eachother. Close means not physically but emotionally off course.
I started to understand her .
She is unique. She is different. Unintentionally I am getting attracted towards her more and more.How can anyone resist themselve to not like her? I know, this is wrong, I know this is impossible. And I didn't expect anything from her. What should I do. I don't have anything in my control. My brain always warns me, it yells at me for thinking about her like this way. But you can't control your heart after all . Every time I see her, this feelings grow more n more n more.

She is sitting beside me , I am driving towards an orphanage, Sakshi Devi Orphan Home . She used to come here. She always goes inside alone. She says that she needs some lone time. And as always I can't deny her and wait for her outside.

We reached and came out from the car. I went towards the boot of the car where she put so many bags. I carried them and we headed towards the orphanage.

But Today something different has happened.
I was standing outside of the orphanage. When suddenly she came to me and said,

Bela: You also come today.

Me: Really!! I can go inside??

Bela: Yes, now please come.

She hold my hand and we entered.

The orphanage was huge and It was beautifully decorated today. As soon as we entered many children came and hugged Bela tightly.

Bela wished "Happy Birthday" to them.. and they started playing with her. This is the first time I saw her laughing. She was laughing! She is enjoying! She is smiling! GENUINELY!
This is the most beautiful view of this world. The smile I can die for. How can someone look this breathtaking with a simple smile. I lost my breaths. I lost myself completely in her.

She came to me and introduce me with them. They cheerfully welcomed me. I wished them .
I feel so much peace this time. I wish time could stop now and never get start again.

They cut the cake. Bela and me feed them by one by one. We played with them. Whole day passed we didn't even realize.

Bela is still with them.
When the mother of the orphanage came to me and said, " She is an angel. She always comes here in a week. She provides them foods, clothes, toys and what not. She takes the complete responsible of their education. In today's world who can do this for someone whom she doesn't even know."

Me: "Only Bela can do." I said looking at her.
Bela came to us.

Bela: Mother, everything is sufficient na? Please let me know if anything needed.

Mother: Yes child, everything is perfect. God blessed you always.
She smiles and said, "Who is he? We never seen him before."

Bela stays quiet.

Mother: Is he your boyfriend?

We: Nooo

We look at eachother and she say,

Bela: He is my,my..... my friend.

She looks at me.
Is it just a lie!?
Kya sirf isliye bola kyuki wo nhi chahti ki mera uske bodyguard hone sach mother ke samne aaye.
Am I still just a bodyguard for her? I thought.
Yes ,you are. My mind answered.
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Later we bid good bye to them . They insist her to come with me from next time. She looks at me, smiles and agrees.

We are in the car. I am driving quietly.

Bela: Kaisa laga tumhe?

Me: I felt so good mam. I never felt like this before. I felt content.

Bela: I know. That's why I come here often. For my peace of mind.

After sometime.

Bela: Can you stop the car. I don't want to go to the mansion.

Me: Ok mam.

I parked the car near a beach. She went out from the car . And I followed her.
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It 10 pm at night.
The moonlight complements the sea and creates magic.
It's so quiet, so peaceful. She is walking on the sand with the sandals in her hand and I am behind her.
We sat down on the beach. The water touches our feet and go. We were silent. I feel like she wants to say something. But should I ask her.
I stared at her. She is looking towards the water.

I finally asked, " Do want to say something. I promise your secrets are always safe with me. Aap mujhse share kar sakti hai,if you want, if you feel''

I am always there to listen your heart, to listen how do you feel.

She takes sometime.
And started.

Bela:
"It's all started 3 years ago. I was 20 years old then.
Everything was so perfect. Me, Mom and Dad was living happily. My father was a great politician of India. He was always there for ordinary people, for every one.
My mom was leading a NGO in Mumbai. I used to go there. Mujhe bachpan se hi uha jana pasand tha. Saxena uncle bhi yahi kam karte the pahle. The NGO was for poor children, orphans, olders, or wo sab jinhe help ki zaroorat ho.

Meri ek friend thi Akansha , she was addicted to drugs.She was also in our NGO. She was working for the NGO. But One day, I got to know that she resigned the job and vanished somewhere suddenly. I was trying to find her everywhere. But I couldn't.
After 2 months I met with her in a cafe. I found her using my dad's power.
Then I got to know something disastrous.
I got to know, humare NGO mein child prostitution ka illegal business chal rha hai. I was just numb. I donno what to do.
Akansha ko pata chal gya tha is bare mein isilye wo log use dhamki di and usne naukri chor di.
Main aur bhi information nikal ne lagi. Mujhe almost sab kuch pata lag hi gaya tha. I didn't get to know anout the leader of them. I was so sure we know that person very well. Nahi to yeh impossible hai ki humare hi naak ke niche se yeh sab ho. I followed them. I saw many children and many teenaged girls are caged in tiny dark room. They were crying loudly. The goons were beating them. They were discussing something with the seller.
Then I went directly to my Mom who obviously hasn't any idea of it. Dad was so busy that time.
Aur fir un sab logo ko kisi tarah pata chal gaya tha ki Mom ko sab pata hai ,so they attacked on mom twice. But kisi tarah wo bach gayi. Then we told this to Dad. Dad unke contacts ke through un logo ko arrest karwaya dia tha. We thought all things are shorted.
But no, one day, some other goons attacked us in our house again from the backdoor. Dad was a minster so humesha guard se bhara rahta tha humra ghar, kisi jan pahchan wala hi yeh sab khabar de sakta tha.
I was sick for somedays so I didn't go to college, I was in my room. Mujhe awaj ayi main bahar nikal ne ki koshis kar rhi thi but the door was locked. I saw from the peephole that my mom was outside with so much blood. She slides a paper under my door., I read that ," please koi awaj mat nikalna tumhe humari kasam.''
They attacked on dad. They killed him by multiple stabbing in front of my eyes. After that Bhai comes, dad was loosing his consciousness but he took a promise to save me from them and he died.

Sometimes I think that it is all because of me. It is because of that Dad is no more with us, aur mom zinda rah ke bhi zinda lash ki tarah ji rhi hai.

Everyone says that I became rude. I talk less. I became heartless. They are right. I am heartless, I am cruel, I don't cry, I don't feel pain anymore."

Her head is on my shoulder. I stayed quite. I couldn't find any words to console her. I wish I could borrow her pain. I wish I could do something which could lessen her pain. I feel helpless.

Who says she is cruel? Who says that She doesn't has heart, Infact she has two hearts.
She has my heart already.
She is pure gold, my sona.

Bela's Pov

We stayed like this for sometimes. I feel so light. I feel, I am in the air. I put my head on his shoulder. He put his arms around me. I know him only from 2 months! But I feel I knew him from years. I don't know what is this in between us. I don't why did I say this things to him which I even never said to Bhai. I don't know when did I start sharing my feelings to him. I donno anything. And I don't want to know anything.
I feel protected when he is around. I feel safe in his arm. I feel like he will make everything alright. He will make me like before. He will be there for me always. He can read my untold feelings , He is the one whom I can share my problems . Is this called friendship?? I don't want to named it anything. I just want him all by my side.
I don't want him to ask me anything about what I said to him. And I know he will not.

I looked at him after sometime. He is looking at me. He is stroking my hairs. We are close like never before. But I feel comfortable. His eyes were teary. Now please Mahir don't cry. I wiped his tears. And asked him the time.

It's 2 am now.
When he is with me, time has just passed so faster. I want to spend more time here. With him. In his arms. My heart warms with the feelings. He is continuously stroking my hair. Kya wo bhi same feel kar rha hoga? I don't know.
He is special, very special. I don't realise when he started making a place in my heart but yes now I feel that I have someone whom I can say anything , I can share my things. And he will understand me like no other.

Finally I broke the silence

Me: it's late, we should go back.

Mahir: ok mam. I will bring the car , come with me.

He said in a disappointed tone.

He is driving now. I told him to turn off the ac and open the window. I am looking outside. The cold breeze touched my face, touched my soul. The city is looking beautiful today. The light are more brighter than before. The street are looking colourful. I realized, I never noticed the Beauty of London.

We reached. I headed towards Mom's room. Bhai isn't home today. He is in Dubai. I talked with mom for some times, kissed her head and went to my room. I freshen up and slept soundly after years.

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